Salem's Lot Novels & Stories

And it was growing lighter. “They’re going to crucify us,” Loretta cried, her voice breaking. “You expected it to be quick?” barked Ezekiel, riding past us. “No, it will be a nice, slow cleansing with the fire of God’s sun. Salem shall arrive, and find that you are already ash. He will take the bait in vain, only for the trap to close around him.” “I’m not bait!” shouted Loretta. “Neither is Sven. Salem doesn’t care about us.”

Salem shook his head and said, “My son has never been to Aurous Hill before, and this is also the first time that he has ever been to Oskia. The reason why he came to Aurous Hill this time is entirely because our family had sent him here to develop the family business. He was only here for a very short period of time. Therefore, I don’t think that he has any enemies here.” Steven asked again, “Is your son married?” Salem answered truthfully, “Yes. He is married with two children.” Steven continued asking, “Then, does he have a proper and decent private life?” Salem seriously replied, “I have never heard of him having any improper relationships with any other women.” Steven asked again, “Is h

and she tapped on the enter button. A full page of information popped up on the screen and Amber gulped before her eyes went to read the first words at the top and she read; “In Salem, more than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft-the Devil’s magic-and 20 were executed.” Amber scrolled down a bit further and read the contents, “Suspected witches confessed to eye-raising sins, and named neighbors and family members also in league with the devil." She read another content which says, “...when the specter of witchcraft was raised after several young girls became unaccountably ill.” Her eyes scanned down and she saw another one, a verse, “Exodus 22:18_ Thou shalt not suffer a witch

Emma’s P.O.V I had been patient. This past week I had been sneaking out to consume as much animal blood as I could. It was hard at first but I knew that this was better. At the same time, I had been slowly poisoning the blood stores Aamon and Luci used to feed, both were too nervous to leave the castle. Apparently, Aamon was planning some sort of ritual to evoke more power, some great weapon that would make him unstoppable. The shadow child has come back occasionally, I hadn’t quite figured out how to summon him but it seemed to be when I was calm or in danger. He had helped me greatly setting everything up for my revenge. And now it was time. My heart fluttered with nerves as I snuck throug

“He’ll kill me. Hell, your dad will kill me first, and Callum will finish the job.” She leaned in and kissed him. His body tense then relaxed. “I want you right now…” Callum’s voice grew closer. “Go hide in the bathroom, now,” Elijah urged, pushing her off. Callum walked in. “Elijah, shit, didn’t know you were back.” “Yeah, got in last night,” Elijah lied smoothly. “Let me make some coffee. You can tell me how you ended up here.” He ushered Callum out. Salem grabbed Elijah’s boxers and t-shirt, slipping out like a shadow between the houses, heading for the greenhouse. She took a step inside and froze, someone was there.

I choose a Stephen King paperback – Salem’s Lot - from the lower shelves and struggle to decipher the pages, my curvy body sinking into the cushy couch. I’ve always been more size 12 than two, and look like those dumb pictures of Eve – soft sloping stomach like van Eyck’s Ghent altarpiece, pert breasts, and curving hips for days. The words of my chosen book all turn up like mush. The leather smells like the cigars Samael smokes, the spice of his orange and musk cologne, and rain. It smells like him. I close my eyes, inhaling the scent. Memories of him from my childhood haunt me, the man cloaked in shadow, the owner of my soul.

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

If I was weak, I couldn’t even imagine the state she was in. I carefully stretched, before taking a quick look around. “Wow,” I muttered, unable to hide my astonishment. Where I had imagined small cottages, wooden buildings, and a rundown road – like back home, this was everything I hadn’t prepared for. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The buildings had a vintage outlook with a modern take, revealing they’d recently been updated to modern standards. The streets were light paving stones keeping a homelike feel to the small streets, roaming with werewolves, while the rest of the roads were asphalted to spare the cars. Not that werewolves used them a lot, but I noticed some of the key buildi

They wanted to see who would win or lose in this battle. Amber City’s descending point could not handle such huge traffic. So, a lot of people impatiently ran to the forest surrounding Amber City. The center of the city was almost empty. The streets were as quiet as a ghost town. At this moment, Salem also received the news in the mayor’s residence. When he heard that thousands of powerhouses from the Marche and Campbell families were coming, he had a bad feeling. It had only been half a day since David went into seclusion, so according to the appointed time, there was still half a day left!

I left out the part about the harnessing the power of the sunlight…until I had more information about that I felt like I wanted to keep it to myself. “Creepy…” Caleb added at the end of my explanation. “Man, I can’t remember the last time I saw a witch…They all moved back down to Salem from what I heard…Something about the ground there being full of magic from the murdered witches or something. I can’t recall exactly. Either way, not the kind of folks you want to mess around with. Extremely powerful, and nasty if you get on their bad side.” “Wish we had a witch on our side to help us find whatever is killing the wolves” I said to them. “Maybe we should go down to Salem and ask one?”